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his
mind did nothing to convey the energy that positively crackled around her. He
stood stunned by her beauty, missing the booted foot that kicked out and caught
him in the stomach.
    Little Lord screeched and scrambled from his shoulder as
Bron doubled over, more from surprise than pain.
    “Stay here,” he ordered his pet and once again gave chase.
She was quick, dodging through the crowd and down back streets. She was
definitely a native. Bron lost sight of her as she darted in front of traffic
and disappeared behind a cantina.  He returned to the restaurant
aggravated. He dreaded telling the oracle he lost her. He held out his hand for
Little Lord and made his way back to the beachfront condo he rented for his stay.
    “This stays between us amigo.” No need for everyone to know
a female got the drop on him. As it was the monkey's chattering felt mocking
and he didn’t like it one bit. The beast in him paced his subconscious and
fought to be released. Bron kept a tight lid on it. He had no intentions of
losing control.
    The woman he sought was Ajo. That changed the entire
situation. The Ajo were created with power stolen from his tribe and their
goddess, how could she be the chosen one? The Ijoye would have to be told.
    He narrowed his eyes and thought of Dalia. Her brown eyes
were the color of whiskey, framed by dark lashes. Her oval face was flawless
and smooth, unadorned by make-up save her full lips, which were glossy and
pink.  Her thick dark brown hair flowed down her back in a riot of curls.
Bron clenched his hands to stifle the need to feel the texture of her hair. He
was intrigued and damned, all by one woman.
     
     
    DALIA TELEPORTED from the Plaza to the edge of the
festivities and walked quickly through the thinning crowd. Her eyes darted to
make sure she was unseen. Her steps slowed as she approached Loíza Aldea, one
of the oldest neighborhoods in Loiza. She moved between the houses quickly,
taking shortcuts she used her whole life.
    Dalia kept to the shadows between Doña Pancha and Don
Frank’s house, careful not to wake them. The last thing she needed was the
neighborhood busy body running to her mom with tales. She may be pushing sixty
years on this earth but she still had a healthy dose of fear and respect for the
two pillars of the community.
    She pushed her hair back from her face and thought of the
man that chased her. His voice had been haunting her for the past six months
and she couldn’t believe he was here. A shiver ran through her body despite the
summer heat. His appearance blew away the mental picture she'd constructed of
him. His voice was a wet dream and finally having a face to match that voice
would fuel Dalia’s daydreams for weeks to come. Smooth, dark brown skin, tall,
muscular frame; his eyes were nearly black, lit with an intensity that seared
Dalia. She only got a quick glance at the rest of him but the way his jeans fit
assured her that the rest of the package would be equally enticing. She walked
to her mother’s house on the edge of the Barrio and entered the small hut
without knocking.
    She and her brother had both offered to move their mother
into a better part of Puerto Rico, but this was where her mom and dad raised
their children, where her mom buried her father, so Isabelle would not leave.
    “Dalia, hija , is everything okay?” Her mother didn't
bother to get up from bed. She was used to her daughter's odd hours.
    “ Estoy bien , mama,” I’m fine, she told her mother.
“Go back to sleep.” She stood silent and listened until her mother’s breathing evened.
Satisfied she moved through the back door to the room she had built in her
mother’s back yard. The outer appearance was the same as the other huts
scattered throughout the neighborhood. No one would guess the walls were
reinforced and the room rigged with NASA quality security.
     The inside of her room was sparse, only a bed in the
corner and a small table with two chairs on the other end. The